I care not for some of the human race,
They have a cruel deceitful face,
Their ethics are a true disgrace.
I care not for some of the human race.

I care not for parts of the human mind,
It has a cruel, vicious streak I find.
Which leaves a trail of death behind.
I care not for parts of the human mind.

I care not for those who hide,
Then emerge to take and guide,
Innocent people on death’s certain glide.
I care not for those who hide.

I long for that triumphant day,
When evil men are caught, I’ll pray,
And all the killing goes away.
I long for that triumphant day.

I care not for all their evil harm
They spread through city, and country farm,
Their safety guarded by a Rabbits foot charm.
I care not for all their evil harm.